So Many Tears ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I shall fear no man, but God though I walk through tha valley of death I shed so many tears Please God walk with me... back in Elementry, I thrived on misery left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed as my mind couldn't find a place ta rest untill I got that Thug Life Planted on my chest tell me can ya feel me ? I'm not liven in tha Past, Ya wanna last Be tha first ta blast, remember Kato no longer with us he's deseased call on tha sirens, I seem him murdered in tha streets now rest in peace Is there heaven for a 'G' ? remember me, so many homies in tha cemetary shed so many tears Chorus: Lord I suffer through tha years and shed so many tears Lord I lost so many peers, shed so many tears Now that i'm strugglin' in this business by any means, label me greedy gettin green but seldom seen and fuck tha world cuz i'm cursed I'm havin visions of leaven here in a hurse God can ya feel me ? take me away from all tha pressure and all tha pain show me some happiness again i'm goin' blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well I know my destiny is hell, where did I fail ? my life is in denial and when I Die, babtised in Eternal Fire shed so many tears.. Chorus: Lord I suffer through tha years and shed so many tear Lord I lost so many peers, shed so many tears Now i'm lost and i'm weary so many tears, i'm suicidal, so don't stand near me my every move is a calculated step ta bring me closer to embrace an early death now there's nothing left there was no mercy on tha streets I couldn't rest I'm barely standing, bout to go to pieces, screaming peace and though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of deamons tryin' ta break free they planted seeds and they hatched sparking tha flame in my brain like a match, such a dirty game no memories, just misery painting a picture of my enemies killing me in my sleep will I survive till' tha morning ta see tha sun please lord forgive me for my sins cause here I come... Chorus: Lord I suffer through tha years and shed so many tears Lord I lost so many peers, shed so many tears Lord knows i've tried, been a witness ta homicide drive-bys taken lives, little kids die wonder why as I walk by Broken hearted as I glance at tha chaulk line, gettin' high this ain't tha life for me I wanna change but ain't no future right for me i'm stuck in tha game i'm trapped inside a maze see this Tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy disillusioned lately i've been really wanting babies so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady don't trust my lady cause she's a product of this poison, i'm hearen noises think she's fucken with my boys, can't take no more i'm fallin' to tha floor beggin' for tha Lord ta let me in Heavens door I shed so many tears... Chorus: Lord I lost so many peers and shed so many tears I lost so many peers, shed so many tears fades... I suffered through tha years and shed so many tears ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1995 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved. Transcribed by: Gurjeet Litt (yu108654@yorku.ca)
-----------------Live and Die in La----------------------------------------------------------- INTRO: Dominque: What do you feel, when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? Man: I love Tupac's new record Dominque: right, but don't you feel like, that creates tension between East and West? Dominque: He's talking about killing people, I had sex with your wife and not in those words, but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased. Tupac: No dought To Live & Die in LA California--whatcha saying about Los Angeles still the only place for me that never ? To Live and Die in LA when everyday we try a fatin' our pockets Us niggas' hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got their own thang currency chasin' World wide thru the hard times worrying faces Shed tears as we burry niggas' close to heart Oh was a friend now a ghost in the dark Cold hearted--my nigga got smoked by a feen Trying to floss on em' blind to a broken man's dream a hard lesson--caught cases--keep who's guessin' plea bargain aint an option now--so I'm stessin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the penn making money off of cuss words--writing again Learn how to think ahead--so I fight with my pin late night down Sunset like in a scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell--To Live and Die in LA on bail--my angels sing... Chorus: To live and Die in La, it's the place to be you've got to be there to know it where everybody wanna see It's the city of angles and constant danger South Central LA--can't get no stranger full of drama like a soap opera on the curb watching the ghetto bird hellocopters I observe--so many niggas' getting 3 strikes--tossed in jail so where's the penn--right across from hell I can't cry--cause it's on now living life thug style--so I can't smile writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures 50 cali thug niggas [haha] better learn about the dress code B's and C's--all them other niggas' copycats these is G's I love Cali like I love woman cause every nigga in LA gotta little bit of thug in em We might fight with each other but I promise you this we will burn this shit down--get us piss To Live & Die in LA Chorus: To Live & Die in LA, it's the place to be [Tupac: Let my angel sing] you've got to be there to know it where everybody wanna see What would be LA with out Mexicans Black love--Brown pride in the set's again--Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke remember K day weekends--crenshaw--MLK automatics rang free cause niggas' lost their way gang signs being showed nigga love your hood but reconize and it's all good where the weed at--niggas getting shermed out Snoop Dogg and his homie's burned out M-O-B Big Suge in the lo lo bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex with an ounce to burn got them watts niggas with me they got some hash took a stash left the rest for me Neckbone--Dreray--Ron too Big Rock got knocked but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel open and play getting high--watching time fly To LIve & Die in LA Chorus Tupac: This goes out for 92.3--all the radio stations that be bumping my shit This goes out to all the magazines that supported me All the real mothafuckas' all the stores--LA--California ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1996 Death Row & Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved. Transcribed by: Gurjeet Litt yu108654@yorku.ca To Live & Die in L.A. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- INTRO: Dominque: What do you feel, when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? Man: I love Tupac's new record Dominque: right, but don't you feel like, that creates tension between East and West? Dominque: He's talking about killing people, I had sex with your wife and not in those words, but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased. Tupac: No dought To Live & Die in LA California--whatcha saying about Los Angeles still the only place for me that never ? To Live and Die in LA when everyday we try a fatin' our pockets Us niggas' hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody got their own thang currency chasin' World wide thru the hard times worrying faces Shed tears as we burry niggas' close to heart Oh was a friend now a ghost in the dark Cold hearted--my nigga got smoked by a feen Trying to floss on em' blind to a broken man's dream a hard lesson--caught cases--keep who's guessin' plea bargain aint an option now--so I'm stessin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the penn making money off of cuss words--writing again Learn how to think ahead--so I fight with my pin late night down Sunset like in a scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell--To Live and Die in LA on bail--my angels sing... Chorus: To live and Die in La, it's the place to be you've got to be there to know it where everybody wanna see It's the city of angles and constant danger South Central LA--can't get no stranger full of drama like a soap opera on the curb watching the ghetto bird hellocopters I observe--so many niggas' getting 3 strikes--tossed in jail so where's the penn--right across from hell I can't cry--cause it's on now living life thug style--so I can't smile writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures 50 cali thug niggas [haha] better learn about the dress code B's and C's--all them other niggas' copycats these is G's I love Cali like I love woman cause every nigga in LA gotta little bit of thug in em We might fight with each other but I promise you this we will burn this shit down--get us piss To Live & Die in LA Chorus: To Live & Die in LA, it's the place to be [Tupac: Let my angel sing] you've got to be there to know it where everybody wanna see What would be LA with out Mexicans Black love--Brown pride in the set's again--Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke remember K day weekends--crenshaw--MLK automatics rang free cause niggas' lost their way gang signs being showed nigga love your hood but reconize and it's all good where the weed at--niggas getting shermed out Snoop Dogg and his homie's burned out M-O-B Big Suge in the lo lo bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex with an ounce to burn got them watts niggas with me they got some hash took a stash left the rest for me Neckbone--Dreray--Ron too Big Rock got knocked but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel open and play getting high--watching time fly To LIve & Die in LA Chorus Tupac: This goes out for 92.3--all the radio stations that be bumping my shit This goes out to all the magazines that supported me All the real mothafuckas' all the stores--LA--California ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1996 Death Row & Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved. Transcribed by: Gurjeet Litt yu108654@yorku.ca
Life Goes On ---Rest In Peace------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ How many brothas fell victim to tha streets rest in peace young nigga ther's a heaven for a G be a lie if I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on... As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring, quiet ya'll incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting by, it's time ta worry another brotha, nobody cry life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls we usta do them adolecents, do you recall? raised as a G's, loc'ed out and bazed tha weed get on tha roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha mornin' and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now you're gone, I'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die alone' but now you're gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin Hennesy while tryin' ta make it last I drink a 5th for that ass when you pass... Cause life goes on... How many brothas... Yaeh nigga I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave ya 25 with an L time to prepare to do fair time, won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's gettin' old plus with tha drama, we're lookin out for your babie's mama taken risks while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her life in tha hood is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties and chill parties me and you no true a two while schemeing on hits and gettin' tricks that maybe we can slide into but now ya burried, rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at tha cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dyin' days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant ta rest in peace Thug till I die.. How many brothas...... Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hos that I usta know from way before, kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of gin incase I don't get in tell all my people I'm a ridah nobody cries when we die, we outlaws, let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got ploce chasing me to my niggas from old blocks from old crews niggas that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor, have a toast fortha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose ta go before me and brothas miss ya while yor're gone you left your nigga on his own, how long we morn Life goes on... How many brothas...... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1996 Death Row & Interscope Records. All rights reserved.